Blues Traveler - Sick Of It All lyrics

Music: simon & garfunkel lyrics: john popper Well, my eyes are tired and my knees are weak And so's my soul, it's been one hell of a week Not much else could go wrong But damn, this could make a great song Well, she looks into my eyes and sees only a friend And i'm looking back seeing my world at an end Cause i'm sure that by now she must know You know, this ain't s bad as songs go Well i try not to smile, and i try not to stare And i try not to meet her eyes cause i know nothing's there It's getting harder every day But upon reflection, this song is okay You see when i'm down with the blues I try to put it to some good use And if i could make something to play Well, then something's come of it anyway So at least my songs are all right At least at the end of the tunnel there's some kind of light And if all they do is give me something to write As far as i'm concerned, my songs are all right At least my songs are okay At least they help make the pain the pain go away And although i know i'll cry myself to sleep tonight As far as i'm concerned, my songs are all right My songs are all right Well, i've got to realize that love isn't real And all that stays with you is the pain that you feel I don't see where i could be wrong So i might as well finish up this song Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new I'm one of the many, not one of the lucky few I've got lots of lonely friends I bet they wish that this song would end You see when i'm down with the blues I try to put it to some good use And if i can make something to play Well something's come of it anyway So at least my songs are all right At least at the end of the tunnel there's some kind of light And if all they do is give me something to write Well, as far as i'm concerned, my songs are all right At least my songs are okay At least they help make the pain go away And even though i'll cry myself to sleep tonight Well, rest a**ured, my songs are all right My songs are all right Oh, love unrequited, so what else is new I'm one of many, not one of the lucky few I said i'm sick of loving her and i'm sick of telling you I'm sick of being in pain, and i know what to do She says we're good friends, but she's no friend of mine I'm sick of being patient, and i'm sick of being kind I'd love her in a big way but i know she don't care And i'm sick of finding out that life just ain't that fair I'm sick of being patient, and i'm sick of being kind And i'm sick of these new thing that i'm trying to find I'm sick of he loves her and i'm sick of she loves him I'm sick of broken hearts and cold hearted whim The list of what i'm sick of is so long And finally I'm getting sick of this song